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Again, something older.

A tear streams down my cheek

And now you know, I'm weak

The trail it leaves writes out my fear

The person I see in the mirror

Sit there for hours and just stare

Wait for something to change, repair

I know nothing will happen, but I stay

And you don't know I'm not okay

Every word you say degrades

And in your mind it just fades

So ill shove a toothbrush down my throat and lean over a toilet bowl

Just to make myself pretty, bring me closer to that goal

Minus 50 pounds later, dead in my gave

A girl too pretty to ever be saved

Reviews

[steph]

This is a poem that slaps you in the face. Why do people do that to themselves. I am a firm believer that everyone is dear and beautiful because God created them. the poems content was superb! I see a little problem with the meter towards the ending
So ill shove a toothbrush down my throat and lean over a toilet bowl
Just to make myself pretty, bring me closer to that goal.
This was where the rhythm feel apart now the way I do that is place about four or five periods after fades then skip a line and break it away from the stanza that way you can Leave the words their and not change the content,(It an important spot in the piece) and it will show a definate transition in the piece. Excellent Job!